I heard you whisper
Above the moonlight
While my thoughts
Were locked in dream
Travelling quietly
Upon a wanton kiss
By the wayside
Satin smooth.
I heard your heartbeat
Distant drumming
From a land
So far away
In a night
That gently nestled
Upon the midnight
Long gone day.
I felt your touch
In depth
Of gentleness
Your hand
To stroke my hair
As I awakened
To a cold dawn
You were not there.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
Offline) - Published: November 26th, 2025 03:40
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Comments2
Was I there? Was it me? Or was I a figment of people's imagination? If so, no change there then for me. lol.
maybe we are all figments of imagination, thanks for reading much appreciated
This poem speaks in a wistful manner with a melancholic voice of a longing for someone missed. it echoes with sadness. Very nicely written
As always much appreciated, thanks
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